Viper
12-14-2007, 02:29 AM
NIN - Right Where It Belongs
See the animal in his cage that you built,
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye,
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built,
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,
And it's all... right where it belongs
What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know,
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see?
What if all the world's inside of your head?
Just creations of your own
Your devils and your gods all the living and the dead
And you're really all alone
You can live in this illusion,
You can choose to believe.
You keep looking but you can't find the woods,
While you're hiding in the trees
What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know,
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is that all you want to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Would you find yourself... find yourself afraid to see?
Come to think about, there are lots of NIN songs that would work.
Existential Blues by Tom "T-Bone" Stankus (covered by Mr. Bungle live)
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Hey, man, what are you really into, huh? (Giggles)
(sung)
The elusive butterfly has just tiptoed past my door,
My buddy likes the Yankees, she says, "Hey T-Bone, what's the score?"
And I say, "Well, Reggie got 1 in 1 in 3 and 25 is 6 to 4."
Is the left wing really pinko? Colonel Sanders, what a bore!
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this schizoid paranoia or just existential blues?
The amenities of life have been chasing my soul,
And my mind is transcendental and I'm losing all control,
And I'm sinking in the quagmire of illusions and Thoreau.
I cry out, "My name is T-Bone!" and a hound dog digs a hole.
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies or just existential blues?
Sailing, sailing, what is illusion? What is true?
Sailing, sailing, over the existential blues.
God bless America and Old Glory too!
May she always wave o'er us with the red white and existential blues!
Hey ba-ba-de-ba-ba-da-ba-da-bom ba-de-bom-ba-de-bom
Dang-a-dang-dang ding-existential blues.
Hey, you can do what you want but lay off my existential blues!
My blue suede existential blues!
(monologue)
I was on a quest
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah doo-dah,
I was walking down the road, I was looking for the truth of life
When I came across all these little people, little people, little people all around me.
They looked up at me and said, "Hey mister, are you tall?"
I said, "Yes, I'm tall, but who are you weird little whiners?"
And they looked up at me with their big red bloodshot eyes and said:
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids,
We are the lollipop kids... and we'd like to welcome you to Munchkinland! (They laugh)
I said, "Hey! Hey, weird little whiners, I'm on a quest"
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah doo-dah,
I said, "Hey kids, I'm looking for the truth of life, where do I go, who do I see?"
They said, "Slow down mister, in order to find the truth of life one must see... THE WIZARD!"
I said, "... THE WIZARD?
Well, where does this Wizard, old wise one, live?"
They said, "You see the big green glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill?"
I said, "Yes, I see the big green glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill;
There's a big dark forest between me and the big green glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill,
And a little old lady on a Hoover vacuum cleaner going
'I'll get you, my little pretty, and your little dog Toto too!'
I don't even have a little dog Toto."
Such predicaments, I must forge ahead
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah doo-dah,
I must find the truth of life.
I said, "But you know kids, I can handle a big green glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill,
I can handle a dark forest,
I can handle the little old lady,
But that's a very strange road you're sending me down!
I've seen yellow stripes in the middle of a road before,
But kids, er, never quite that wide!"
All right, tighten your shorts, pilgrim, and sing like the Duke.
Follow the yellow brick road (Come on),
Follow the yellow brick road (Everybody sing),
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow brick road.
If ever a wonderful wiz there was, the Wizard of Oz is one because
Because, because, because, because, because,
Because of the wonderful things he does!
La-la-la-la-la-la-la ha ha!
We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz! (Laughter)
Well, I got a little bit tired of walking down the road one day, doo-dah doo-dah
A little bit tired of walking down this old blinding yellow road,
So I pulled my little tired body off to a little rest area,
And lo and behold there's a little field of little red flowers out there,
And they (breathes in) smelled so good, whoa,
I was gettin' pretty tired and they smelled so good,
And I figured, well I'll just stretch out in this little field of
POPPIES! (poppies-poppies-poppies-poppies...)
(He coughs) Hey, what a strange dream, man, you know, er,
The little red flowers that smell awfully good and I was very tired
And the old wizard's just gonna have to wait, man,
Because I'm just gonna stretch out again in this little field of
POPPIES! (poppies-poppies-poppies-poppies...)
Oh, God! (oh-god-oh-god...)
Dorothy?! (dorothy-dorothy...)
Dorothy?! (dorothy-dorothy...)
Confidence in herself, man (confidence in herself, man)
Along came this old man in a green El Dorado II, screeched to a halt:
A little short man with a big red nose, toking a bottle of Yukon Jack,
Strolled up to me and said, "Hey son."
I said, "Old man, don't bother me: poppies poppies poppies..."
He said, "T-Bone!"
I said, "Wait a minute, this man knows my name, he must be... THE WIZARD!"
You must be the Wizard,
The Wizard of Oz;
Why have you come to haunt me,
O Wizard of Oz?
I said, "Oh Wizard, old wise one, I have been on a quest
To dream the impossible dream
Walking down the road one day, doo-dah doo-dah,
And I met these little people, we are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids,
Follow the yellow brick road, follow, follow, follow,
I got tired, poppies! (poppies-poppies-poppies-poppies...)
Little old man, I've been through hell!"
He said, "Hey son, slow down, relax."
I said, "But Wizard, old wise one, I have come so far to find the truth of life!"
He says, "Hey son, slow down, relax, 'cos er, to tell you the truth, son..."
I said, "Wizard, that's what I've come to find is the truth."
He said, "No, no, no, son, you've got me all wrong, heh heh,
To tell you the truth, son... er... how can I tell you this? Er...
I've been in this field of poppies a long time myself,
And I've come to find, son, that the only truth in life is right here in this bottle."
I said, "Wizard!"
He said, "No, truly, son,
In fact I'd rather have this bottle in front of me than... A FRONTAL LOBOTOMY!"
How profound, Wizard!
(sung)
Some girl with psychic power, she said, "T-Bone, what's your sign?"
I blink and answer, "Neon!", I thought I'd blow her mind.
She's reading Moby Dick by some fruitcake named Herman;
She's chomping on a knackwurst, was the duchess really German?
You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose?
Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?
Really Butte, Montana?
Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies?
Is this schizoid paranoia?
(eerie noises)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, existential blues!
Boggy700
12-14-2007, 03:00 AM
Here are a few:
Primus - Hellbound 17 1/2 (Theme From)
Questions deserving answers
Answers deserving action
What am I of the populi
I am but a fraction
Is there heaven? Is there Hell?
Is that tuna melt I smell?
Come on
The Residents - Simple Song
We are simple,
You are simple,
Life is simple too.
Kraftwerk - Pocket Calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
And the best three I can offer:
'Knock Yourself Out' from the soundtrack to I Heart Huckabees, by Jon Brion
It’s something unattainable
That you can’t live without
And now the unexplainable
Has you riddled with doubt
Things begin Things decay
And you’ve gotta find a way
To be ok
But it you want to spend the day
Wond’ring what it’s all about
Go and knock yourself out
Why were put in this mess
Is anybody’s guess
It might be a test or it might not be anything
You need to worry about
But if you’re still in doubt
Go and knock yourself out
'Over Our Heads' from the soundtrack to I Heart Huckabees, by Jon Brion
So what you’re never understood?
Big deal you’re doomed to die
Oh, oh
Nothing ever lasts
It all gets torn to shreds
If something’s ever lasting
It’s over our heads
It’s over our heads
Think your troubles are so serious
Well one day you’ll be so…long gone
Cause nothing ever lasts
It all gets torn to shreds
If something’s ever lasting
It’s over our heads
It’s over our heads
It’s over our heads
'Get What It's About' from the soundtrack to I Heart Huckabees, by Jon Brion
I may be slower than some folks
But I always make my way
I move forward with my hopes
And I sometimes save the day
Where do I begin?
Cause there’s a whirl pool of information
That you’ve got to sort through
To get to where it’s at
It falls flat and it makes you crazy
But I get the feeling
That I get what it’s about
It’s just a feeling
I can’t really spell it out
I get the feeling
That I get what it’s about
From the bar to the car park
Theories fly about
They fall short for the most part
But I’m not keeping count
And why should I begin?
Cause there’s a whirl pool
Of people who will stop
And they will tell you
The things that you will not
They roll their eyes and they call you crazy
But you get the feeling
That you get what it's about
It’s just a feeling
You can’t really spell it out
You get the feeling
That you get what it’s about
Of course most of these are pretty clear in their theme.
I'm sure there are more subtle songs that I am forgetting.
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